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I HEAR THE SIRENS IN THE STREET

From the Detective Sean Duffy series , Vol. 2

Like The Cold Cold Ground (2012), a gruesomely accurate portrayal of ’80s life in Ireland and a searing indictment of...

The second in the author’s Troubles Trilogy, focusing on the 1982 Northern Ireland war zone.

Belfast DI Sean Duffy never gets in his car without checking first to see if the Irish Republican Army has rigged a bomb to its undercarriage or the Ulster Defence Regiment is standing nearby ready to lob Molotov cocktails through the windshield. Nobody is really safe in Belfast these days, and he and DC McCrabban have had their share of run-ins with both sides. When a bloody trail leads to a locked suitcase tossed in a trash bin, they open it to find a decapitated torso with a partially obliterated tattoo. The autopsy indicates that the victim was poisoned, frozen and chopped up, and the toxin was Albrin, a rare tropical concoction never before seen in the U.K. but recorded as being used three times in the U.S. by husbands eliminating their womenfolk. Was this a tourist? The tattoo identifies him as a veteran of the U.S. military, and cagey consulate and FBI sources identify him as William O’Rourke, a one-time Internal Revenue Service member who’s been visiting Ireland looking for his roots. The suitcase he was found in leads Duffy to the isolated home of Martin McAlpine, supposedly an IRA victim months back, although the investigation into his death was slipshod. The duffer who handled it turns up dead, while McAlpine’s well-connected older brother Sir Harry tries to stop Duffy’s inquiries. He’s not the only one. The Secret Service, the Brits and the FBI all seem to have a stake in a coverup, and Duffy also manages to antagonize John DeLorean, who’s battling local economic doldrums by employing 3,000 Ulstermen in his Northern Ireland car factory. Ordered to stand down, Duffy ignores his higher-ups, flies to Boston, where he’s almost killed, then returns to confront a firebombing and a demotion.

Like The Cold Cold Ground (2012), a gruesomely accurate portrayal of ’80s life in Ireland and a searing indictment of political trade-offs, religious intemperance and morally corrupt businessmen.

Pub Date: May 14, 2013

ISBN: 978-1-61614-787-7

Page Count: 256

Publisher: Seventh Street Books

Review Posted Online: Oct. 8, 2017

Kirkus Reviews Issue: April 1, 2013

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A CONSPIRACY OF BONES

Forget about solving all these crimes; the signal triumph here is (spoiler) the heroine’s survival.

Another sweltering month in Charlotte, another boatload of mysteries past and present for overworked, overstressed forensic anthropologist Temperance Brennan.

A week after the night she chases but fails to catch a mysterious trespasser outside her town house, some unknown party texts Tempe four images of a corpse that looks as if it’s been chewed by wild hogs, because it has been. Showboat Medical Examiner Margot Heavner makes it clear that, breaking with her department’s earlier practice (The Bone Collection, 2016, etc.), she has no intention of calling in Tempe as a consultant and promptly identifies the faceless body herself as that of a young Asian man. Nettled by several errors in Heavner’s analysis, and even more by her willingness to share the gory details at a press conference, Tempe launches her own investigation, which is not so much off the books as against the books. Heavner isn’t exactly mollified when Tempe, aided by retired police detective Skinny Slidell and a host of experts, puts a name to the dead man. But the hints of other crimes Tempe’s identification uncovers, particularly crimes against children, spur her on to redouble her efforts despite the new M.E.’s splenetic outbursts. Before he died, it seems, Felix Vodyanov was linked to a passenger ferry that sank in 1994, an even earlier U.S. government project to research biological agents that could control human behavior, the hinky spiritual retreat Sparkling Waters, the dark web site DeepUnder, and the disappearances of at least four schoolchildren, two of whom have also turned up dead. And why on earth was Vodyanov carrying Tempe’s own contact information? The mounting evidence of ever more and ever worse skulduggery will pull Tempe deeper and deeper down what even she sees as a rabbit hole before she confronts a ringleader implicated in “Drugs. Fraud. Breaking and entering. Arson. Kidnapping. How does attempted murder sound?”

Forget about solving all these crimes; the signal triumph here is (spoiler) the heroine’s survival.

Pub Date: March 17, 2020

ISBN: 978-1-9821-3888-2

Page Count: 352

Publisher: Scribner

Review Posted Online: Dec. 22, 2019

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 15, 2020

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REMEMBER WHEN

A smoothly written contemporary caper paired with a murder mystery and a little meet-the-Jetsons futurism. No one does...

Written under her real name and her pseudonym, two books in one from megaselling Roberts/Robb.

Book one: Laine Tavish, gorgeous redhead and owner of a small-town antique store, isn’t about to tell the cops that she knew the old man who was hit by a car right outside her shop. Just before he took his dying breath, she recognized Willy Young, partner in crime to Big Jack O’Hara, her father. Their biggest heist: millions of dollars in hot diamonds. Her father went to prison, but not Willy, whose last words were “left it for you.” What did he leave—and where? Enter Max Gannon, insurance investigator and all-around stud, with thick, wavy, run-your-fingers-through-it hair, tawny eyes that remind Laine of a tiger, and a delicious Georgia drawl. He beds Laine pronto, and they solve the case. But some of the diamonds are still missing. . . . Book two: it’s 50 years later, and New York traffic is slower than ever: just try getting a helicab on a rainy day. But Samantha Gannon, author of a bestseller called Hot Rocks based on her grandparents’ experiences in the long-ago case, eventually makes it home from the airport to find her house-sitter Andrea dead, throat cut. Another investigation begins, spearheaded by Eve Dallas, a tough-talking but very appealing New York cop married to Roarke, a rich, eccentric genius who just barely manages to stay on the right side of the law. Is the murderer after the rest of the diamonds? And is he or she related to the master thief who betrayed Samantha’s great-grandfather? There are more burning questions, and Eve wants answers—but, first, get Central on the telelink and program the Autochef for pastrami on rye.

A smoothly written contemporary caper paired with a murder mystery and a little meet-the-Jetsons futurism. No one does Suspense Lite better than Nora.

Pub Date: Sept. 1, 2003

ISBN: 0-399-15106-0

Page Count: 448

Publisher: Putnam

Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: July 15, 2003

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